Episode 303: SQUARE ROUTE

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”

Dakota McKellen’s ass cheeks were bright red. Enduring dozens of hands spanking her as a Happy Birthday romp at her locker over lunch she was seriously suffering. She was tempted to go ask science teacher Roger Dundee to shoot another load on her backside as lotion to distill the fire. Chances are that lightning in a throttle bottle would never strike twice. She could tell that he was worried about what Kota and the other girls did to him. Moreover, Dakota due to her mother as a fellow teacher.

Each day was becoming easier and easier to relent to sexual encounters of some kind. Yet, no matter how thrilling it was people like Roger struggled to cope. Teacher sex was no real issue, Piper and Mimi were adults and hot as hell. Josie when the time was right would work for him too. All he and the others could do was at least hope that intercourse was with consenting eighteen-year-olds. Yeah, that was pretty naive thinking. Come on this was Nastyville-- er-- Nashville!

Unlike her mother Josie and now Mavis Hale who knew there was some mysterious backer who protected them from ever going to jail. All Roger had going for him was that promise from the officers who had arrested, held, and abused them last weekend to go by. Fingers and toes crossed at best. Even his boss, Principal Carl Manley let shit slide. At any rate Rog had time to mull things over throughout the day. Piper Cherry consoling him briefly over Josie after he confessed to nutting on Dakota was all he had as hope.

At this moment in time, he had a normal class to contend with. Dakota’s thoughts on him quickly faded as she headed upstairs to her Calculus class. Her ass cheeks irritated by her clingy blue dress she gave up on keeping it tugged down and just let it all hang out. Students loved seeing her totally nude from waist to shoes. A few meanies intentionally stoked those flames with sneaky smacks while others gently rubbed her tushy to earn brownie points.

Jock Flock members shrouded her a bit when they could, knowing she had to be hurting. Yet, one of their own Angus Furlong told them to let her deal with the hands, her way. Babying her would only piss Dakota off. Room to breathe gave him time to play as well. After hearing of the Boston Loggers destroying the teachers the higher echelon in school found encouragement to boost their own agendas. Carl Manley had told the Jock Flock to push the teachers along without hurting them, so they took what the Loggers did to heart. From here on they got what they all desired. Those brave enough to push those buttons that is. Look out Piper Cherry, detention was going to be good. Look out Josie McKellen, long overdue lovers were making plans.

Speaking of plans! Dakota ran into her sister briefly between classes. Sable saw Dakota’s ass and quickly shared her own on the sly. Not nearly as red but Sable had a nice pink hue going on. She had to make certain to be careful so that her boyfriend Travis Herbert wouldn’t get suspicious. There was no hiding it in all reality but it was her birthday too so Trav would have to get over it. “You got the worst of it. Did you hear about the male strippers?”

“Hear about? I heard mom clear downstairs.”

“Try seeing it. That’s the first time I’ve actually witnessed mom getting fucked by anyone other than dad. She’s always careful around us. Now that, that guy took her like he did, I think mom will probably stop stressing over us.”

“Good! I’m done hiding from mom. I can’t wait to hear her thoughts on Mister Dundee cumming on my tummy.”

“Lucky you!” Sable pouted! “I can’t even trade with you tomorrow because your ass is redder than mine.”

“Nobody is going to notice. We have the same body.”

“I’d love to pull another fast one over on Travis today before we go home. I just can’t get enough of his watching me with other guys thinking that I’m you.”

“Library last hour. Sneak in and we can switch dresses.”

“I love you so much.” A quick hug, the bell to be in class rang. “Gotz to go!” Taking off Sable noticed basketball player Reese Teller looking into Josie’s classroom. Pointing at her he then tapped his wrist like he wore a watch. Done, he headed out. “Let me guess, mom is hooking up with Reese now. There is no end to who she plays with.” Nope!

Outside of his Calculus classroom chubby fucker Edwin Connelly saw Dakota coming his way with her skirt to her waist, so tight that she didn’t even have to hold it up. Sweat began pouring from his brow at seeing her sleek young pussy prowling his direction. After her stunt yesterday and her promise of many more such exhibitions he had anticipated her all day. Ever the pervert he was trying his best to look professional. At least until the crowd faded into his classroom leaving Dakota trailing them. No one to see him Edwin held his hand out in front of his chest as if to stop her from entering. “A moment Miss McKellen.”

“I’m not pulling my skirt down. Live with it, Edwin.”

“I... “ He looked for anyone who might overhear him. “I wasn’t asking you to.” Looking at his hand Dakota playfully giggled and walked right into it, planting her left titty in his possession. Gross most definitely but if it helped her to get away with anything and everything, a few sacrifices could be made. His eyeballs rose as he gently squeezed. “Please do not tell your mother I did that.”

“I say nothink, if you say nothink.” She recited in the tone of Sargeant Schultz from the old sitcom Hogan’s Heroes. She only knew of the character through student comparisons and Google. Edwin did favor the hilarious Nazi. “Every day the rest of the school year I’m taking my dress off in your class. You’ve seen what mom gets away with. Others too! Until they stop I won’t.”

“May I?” He lifted his left palm in hopes of joining his right hand’s fondness of her titty. Shifting her shoulders, she crushed her other breast into his palm. Squeezing both now, she flipped her tongue out at Edwin. “Magnificent!”

“You can squeeze them when I’m nakie too. In front of everyone, I don’t care. Hey, Edwin?”

“Yes, my pet!” That made her brow crease, nose wrinkling with it.

“Mimi is pet enough for everybody. But thank you for thinking that of me. Edwin? I bet you have a big bottle of hand lotion in your desk, don’t you. For doing this!” His eyes again bulged over her next move, but she was correct in her assumption. She made a jerking off hand motion which had him gnashing his teeth. Busted! Of course, he had Jergens for Jergin’ off! “I need to borrow some.” She stepped back and shared her scarlet ass rash. “It’s my birthday so I was spanked by everyone over lunch hour. Want to rub lotion on my tushy?”

“GOD YES! Please let me.”

“I’m letting everyone in class pamper me. Don’t you try and stop me.”

“I won’t! You have my word.”

“Awesome!” She stepped around him and marched right into class. As the last to enter the entire room was seated, but the second she stepped into full view the students yelled out, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Jaw dropping, she bubbled up over her cheerful greeting.

“Awww! Thank you! No more spanks I can barely walk now.” She turned and mooned everyone. “My birthday wish this hour is for everyone to treat me sweetly.” Moving to her desk she razzed next desk neighbor Nathan Lowe. “You can’t touch, you belong to Andrea Beckett now.” That had the other boys laughing at Nate. He turned beet red but regardless felt honored that Andi considered him her man, even if he was still crushing on Dakota.

Dropping her book bag, she crossed her arms at her waist and lifted her powder blue dress up and over her head. Once she stood naked before everyone, she tossed her dress at Ronald Wilcox the big boy sitting behind her chair. “Hang on to that for me. I won’t need it until class is over.” That got the students cheering, Dakota was triumphant even as Edwin closed his door and waddled back into class.

Taking a seat behind his desk, he wasn’t even concerned about hiding his tented erection anymore. Dakota was right, if the teachers could play, so could he. He just needed the confidence to expose himself as large as he was. That might take a little bit more time. Sure, he had hidden himself a few times and dared to literally hold his exposed pecker during classes but that was a far cry from being bold enough to show it off for all to see.

“Who wants to rub lotion into my boo boos?” She turned in step to share her ass from one section of the class to the other. Giddy over hands rising as if class participation gone wild, she shuffled to the front of the class and did a little dance, hands in her hair. She had her audience captivated at her stripper strut. Turning her back to the class she collapsed her upper body over Edwin’s desk and shifted her hips from side to side. Her tight virgin clam and the narrow shadow of her butthole were eager to please. “Hit me, Edwin!”

Swallowing dryly Ed leaned toward his left desk drawer and produced a large bottle of lotion. Resting it on the desk she shifted her body to face the entire class of saliva driven guys and snickering girls. Leaning on her elbows, her back arched a bit, legs wide she started wagging her tongue. “What are you all waiting for? Lotion this bitch up.”

Desks roared against the tile as boys leaped to their feet in a mad dash to be first. Stumbling, fumbling, the eighteen boys in the room minus Nathan Lowe and Edwin swarmed her. Whipping her body back around to face Edwin she smiled at him. The lotion bottle claimed by Jerry Laclaire he filled his hands then passed the bottle around.

Focusing on her fiery butt cheeks Jerry delicately smoothed the milky ointment along her rash. Her lashes immediately fluttered toward Edwin. The lotion took the fire away instantly. Other boys massaged her back, shoulders, and legs. Pulling her hair forward to prevent it being in their way she dropped lower until her nipples teased the top of the desk.

Edwin was suffering badly. His dick hurt from being cooped up in his tight slacks. As lotion discovered Dakota’s pussy she tensed up with a pouty whimper. “They found my pussy, Edwin.” Tilting her head to her shoulder she made it perfectly clear. “No fingering me until Monday. Virgin until then.” That resulted in chuckles. A few boys in class had witnessed her hallway romp over lunch and knew that more than a few fingers did invade her anus, so they agreed to challenge her on that much at least. Yes, lotion swirled the rim of her butthole and her vulva. Punky was dying here! So close! So very close!

With Dakota smothered in boys the girls in class sat feeling cheated. Most were not ready to go anywhere near as far as their idol was going, but there were a couple. Ginger Branson, Katrina Worley, and Danica Hyatt recalled how far they had ventured into flashing yesterday when Dakota went all out. Inspired by Dakota the girls looked at one another back and forth as if daring someone to make a first move. Finally, Danica stood up and huffed her cheeks to suck up the confidence she needed. Nathan Low the only boy still seated looked over at the brunette with a timid grin.

Casting her a thumbs up of support she used Nate as her target. A zip up black dress in the back she shuffled around desks and stepped up to Nate. “Unzip me!” A whoa moment he lifted his arms to find the zipper tab and drew it down. A bare back, no bra let him see her soft complexion. Once the zipper hit bottom, she wiggled the dress from her shoulders then down. Bending over in front of Nathan he saw her own vertical clam with thin brown pubes surrounding it. His dick instantly grew hard. Thoughts of Andrea Beckett kept him restrained.

Out of her dress Danica left it on the floor beside Nathan and silently threw her hands in the air out of victory. That was all it took! Katrina in butt zipper jeans and Ginger in a red dress both jumped up and dared to abandon their attire. Who knew that Katrina had piercings? NICE!

In under two minutes flat Edwin Connelly had four naked young beauties prowling about. Not to be ignored the girls charged the desk and took lotion from the bottle and started coaxing a number of boys into lotioning up their bodies too. Katrina, by far the hottest of the three stole four boys away from Dakota with ease. She hopped up on Edwin’s desk to his left and waved at him. The hefty elder was resorted to wheezing. Danica moved to the other side of Edwin’s oak desk and bent over it facing him. “Hi, Mister Connelly. Don’t mind us.” Boys had their hands all over her.

“About time you bitches got as bold as me.” Dakota chuckled! “Hey, Edwin? You should make it mandatory that we can’t wear clothes in class from here on out.”

“I ... I... “ He sat up straight with a stern expression. “I forbid that you four to ever wear clothes in my presence again. IS THAT CLEAR?”

“Yes, Mister Connelly!” All four spoke as one laughing. The boys did not give the girls much time to ponder their teacher’s order. In the case of Katrina and Danica neither were virgins, so they allowed boys to eat them out and finger them. Ginger Branson was up against the chalkboard with a boy eating her pussy from his knees. Two other boys were devouring her nipples to a gleeful squeal of more, more, more. Poor Edwin, he was feeling claustrophobic with so many students taking up his precious oxygen.

Dakota was so proud of her girls. While none of them ever really associated with Dakota up until recently, it was nice to know that they looked up to her. Her burn the bra movement meant burn their clothes in young Miss McKellen’s ideology. The more she got away with the bolder she got. Coaxing Edwin into his encouraged demands opened up a wormhole of brand-new hijinks. She was already envisioning sex on Edwin’s desk with boys here in the class. Sure, Edwin might be in the way but if it got her the freedom to engage, she could live with it. Long live Dakota McKellen! Goddess of Good Times!

Boys seeing the Ta-Ta-Trio in Ginger, Danica, and Katrina being eaten out and fingered mumbled amongst themselves. They questioned why they weren’t at least eating Dakota out or sucking her nipples. Growling over it all three boys took it upon themselves to pluck up Dakota and lift her off of her feet. Squealing she was carried over to a long table by the windows where Edwin often kept tests once finished. With no papers on it currently the boys sat her carefully on the cool tabletop and then moved the table away from the wall so boys could surround her.

Edwin was so torn between watching each girl get molested that he froze in his seat. Up under his desk he could not resist things any longer and unzipped his pants. Digging for his six inch-pecker he drew it out of hiding and quietly thrashed it. Nobody was even watching him, all eyes, hands, and mouths were on the girls. Lord, he wanted the girls to watch him beat off, but he worried they might laugh at him or put him down. When you were 5’6 and nearly 300 pounds of flab the self-esteem was hardly there.

Dean Potter swung by Edwin’s desk for that lotion bottle and confiscated it, taking it to the table Dakota was stretched out on. Hovering it over her chest he shot squirt after squirt down over her full frontal from neckline to bikini area. Goal achieved seven boys concentrated on Dakota all by herself. She was swooning at fourteen hands upon her person all at once. Finally, Kirk Landstrom dove in and began licking her clitoris. FINALLY! Devouring her she reminded him no fingers up her. Temptation was there to ignore her but the idea of blood on anyone’s hands was not an option. They were happy in what they were left with. Like she said, look out Monday. CUM MONDAY they would christen it. Pajama Day too so it was going to get crazy.